Embrace me with anaesthetic.
Kiss my neck with curling long lines.
All my locks are already picked-
All you have to do is come on in.
Advance into the chambers of my heart
Caves- each one deeper than the last:
Crimson weeping walls papillary taut.
Strip me bare- subject me to your lost fortunes,
Bypass me-my bright and terrifying flesh and bone.
Cool me with your calculations
Cut me with your skilled scalpel
Explore me with your fine tuned fingertips
Then I’ll release you from being the reluctant apprentice
And, in recovery, I’ll say to my heart “Rave on!”
To dance naked in the rain.
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